Blimey I got a lot done today. It's amazing what you can do if you get up at 3am. This isn't part of a new Thatcherite existence for me (I don't think), but just the effects of post flight confusion. I was a bit spaced out, but not unpleasantly so and rather than lie in bed tossing and turning I came down to catch up on my blogs. Over the course of the day I would record seventeen podcasts: 16 warming ups and frame 2 of Me 1 vs Me 2 snooker - It'll be up on
iTunes and
The British Comedy Guide on Sunday. It was an exciting game, though one of the players seemed to be suffering from jet lag towards the end, whilst weirdly the other coped much better. I am not sure how funny it was, but hopefully people will be increasingly tuning in for the sporting spectacle. I neglected to take the ironing board down again and it was up against the light switch so every time one of the players leant against it it turned the lights out, which added a new dimension to the play. Good that we will all be in the dark. I think the commentary in particular was of a higher calibre this time, which of course, makes the podcast worse, but ultimately I am aiming for the best possible snooker and the most precise description of what is going on. It's thrills and spills. You're going to love it. Or not. It's too early to really make a call yet - at least another 40 frames before it will settle in.
We also went out to the shops to pick up a couple of things and watched about four hours of Sky+ ed TV. There's really so much time if you get up at 3. And if time is stretched out in any case due to the effects of jet lag.
My brain was not working perfectly it has to be said. I knew there was some cash somewhere in the house and we needed it to pick up some groceries, but I had hidden it just in case we got burgled while we were away. As I hid it I thought that I must remember where it was, and I did remember. I had cleverly tucked it inside a DVD case - no burglar would think of looking there. But unfortunately I had failed to recall which DVD case I had put it in and my brain wasn't playing ball. I checked a few of the 300 or so DVDs I have, but couldn't find it. I didn't have time to go through them all or the inclination and thought that maybe I would just have to wait until I happened to chance across the right one, in some kind of film lottery.
But just as we were leaving something sparked in my brain and I remembered that I had thought that there was a danger that a burglar might steal my DVDs so I had hidden the DVD in a cupboard (and it was also a DVD cleaner disc which I didn't think anyone would steal), so thankfully the money was not lost.
I had also emptied my wallet of all the cards and bumph that I didn't need abroad and again was pretty sure I had hidden them somewhere clever on the morning we left and that I had made a mental note to remember where that was. But I checked a couple of places and the cards weren't there. Then I went through all the obvious drawers, two or three times and still couldn't find them. I wracked my brain but nothing was coming up. It was quite frustrating. Where was my genius hiding place and would I find it sooner rather than later?
I got quite cross with myself and spent a good part of the day looking for this pile of membership cards and other ephemera. I looked through all the drawers again, but wasn't expecting to find them there. After all a drawer would not be a great hiding place and I'd already checked them thoroughly.
Just as I went to bed (at 11pm - it had been a long day), I looked through my bedside cabinet one more time. There was no point as I'd already looked several times. Then I checked the drawer in the cabinet again and there was the pile of cards, not even really hidden under anything. What an old and befuddled man I have become.
It was probably a ghost or a pixie who did it. It's the only explanation. I can't be losing my mind. I think the snooker podcast will confirm that.
And I will be getting up at 3am every day from now on, so I can do plenty more podcasts - oh I just remembered I sang the whole theme tune to the Lost Islands in one of the Warming Up ones. Ah sanity, it was nice knowing you.
